Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Madagascar and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Slackers to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter & Gordon,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
Camouflage,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
Rekid,
Japan,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
Ossler,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
The Count Five,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crash Course in Science,
Sight & Sound,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.